In the heart of Skyrim, the burly Argonian barkeep, his scaly skin glistening, tears off your clothes. You're at his mercy, his massive tail wrapping around you. He forces you against the bar, his thick, ridged cock already hard. He growls, savagely fucking you from behind, his rough, lizard hands gripping your hips. Moans echo through the empty tavern, his every thrust deeper, more intense. Your cries of pleasure mingle with the clatter of glasses, his relentless pace pushing you closer to the edge.